Caden
Oh, lucky day. Caden meets her long, piercing stare with that come-hither grin that never falters - paying off immediately when she folds and stalks his way. Crossing his arms he leans back against Hugo’s warm shoulder and enjoys the show as she approaches. “A sticker? I’m not so cheap as that, and certainly never with a beautiful lady.” Hugo snorts loudly and sidesteps away, making Caden stumble backward as his support beam vanishes. Used to his brother’s asshole nature however - good wingman though he usually is - Caden catches himself and uses the momentum to kick forward and meet Flora halfway, extending a hand like another well-known street rat (sans magic carpet).
“Survival is guaranteed, I assure you. Though I can patch up any injuries if they do happen,” he promises with a wink. Hugo gives a warning snort and Caden briefly looks away to see towel-guy marching red-faced and laser-eyed in their direction. “Oop - clock is ticking, beautiful!” Hugo spins in place and Caden vaults onto him, smile turning wicked as the incensed shouting starts up from behind. His hand extends again as Hugo closes the distance, ready to pull her up. “Now or never!”
“Survival is guaranteed, I assure you. Though I can patch up any injuries if they do happen,” he promises with a wink. Hugo gives a warning snort and Caden briefly looks away to see towel-guy marching red-faced and laser-eyed in their direction. “Oop - clock is ticking, beautiful!” Hugo spins in place and Caden vaults onto him, smile turning wicked as the incensed shouting starts up from behind. His hand extends again as Hugo closes the distance, ready to pull her up. “Now or never!”
You’re red wine and roses, sugar coated
Just a runaway carousel that spins me ‘round, ‘round, ‘round
Just a runaway carousel that spins me ‘round, ‘round, ‘round
